Summary: You can buy anything at the Night Market. Anything.
Pairings: TwistedExpensiveSpicyHoneyDog, ExpensiveHoney, ExpensiveDog, Spicyhoney
Warning for: dark humor, terminal illness, body horror, implication of suicide, and character death.
For a detailed trigger warning, check the endnotes of the AO3 fic.
For @cheapbourbon and @alicedragons.
I’m so done with your bullshit, Kit.
So @cheapbourbon is fucking amazing at art, and did a thing, and I gave the thing some serious thought for like half a second and here we are. I’m really not the one to even begin to try and give this idea even a quarter of the good content it deserves, but I gave it a try anyways. Because I’m a sucker for this shit.
I used some Old West terminology for a couple things, so there’ll be a mini dictionary at the end.
Tags: Mild Angst, Wild West AU, Unrequited Spicyhoney, Marshal Edge, Bandit Rus, Bartender Cash, Ranch Hand Pup, Background Cash and Pup, Mentions of Violence, Alcohol Consumption
Fresh. Fucking Hell. This was brilliant. Your description of the scenery. Edge’s emotions. All of it. Amazing.
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